• Others 25.07.2007

    Private worlds mount upon a covered mold;
    Raising impossible odds, as a bonemarrow toll.
    Settled for a sequence–packaged and stored,
    For a cruel memory moves…down at the core.

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    Private worlds mount upon a covered mold;
    Raising impossible odds, as a bonemarrow toll.
    Settled for a sequence–packaged and stored,
    For a cruel momory moves…down at the core.

    Alas, peace may be had with skeleton bones,
    Which lay dormant for awhile, and left alone.
    Good reason sinks–to hone-in on self-pursuit;
    Scamper through dreams for some wild abuse.

    Self-therapy utilizes the dimension of dreams;
    Then, alibis foolish disarray–sharp and mean.
    A restless turmoil brings pilgrims with a torch,
    While craving for peace…on a skeletal march.

    This skeletal history might be aroused awake,
    When reality disturbs the package it forsakes.
    Consciousness can hardly grasp skeletal truth;
    Dreams burst-at-the-seam to keep it all aloof.

    Understanding! eludes a social determinance,
    And esteems power as tho’ virtual persistence.
    An authorized summons in a call and election,
    Appears for fools–to be an angelic correction.

    Deep within the realm of a worldly surreality,
    Dreams submit to the enemies–of tranquility.
    Nightmares! may parade monsters to the soul;
    There! ignite a mental rampage thru the cold.

    Whatever truth appears…on a lonesome night,
    Sleeping-in-solo is the only way to get-it-right.
    Before light hits the mind–on the dreamin’ gage,
    The skeleton may burst…onto a peaceful stage.
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